This afternoon I called Husband and asked what he wanted for dinner. Sometimes we like these fake meat things that come slathered in bbq sauce, and we happened to have some in the freezer.
"Do you want riblets for dinner tonight?... Okay... Bye."
As I hung up the phone, Elise turned away from me and said in a tiny voice, "Ribbits dinner? Noooooooo..."
"Ribbits? Elise, we're not eating frogs tonight. Is that what you--"
"No ribbits."
"Okay. No ribbits."
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